Archive for October, 2009

Ode to a bone

I took the kids to the Salt Creek Boat Ramp Park to let them expend some energy. Halfway from the playground to the Port-O-Let, I spotted this lying in the grass:


Remains of the day

Remains of the day

From what being did this come? Is it part of a rib cage? How did it arrive at the Salt Creek Boat Ramp Park? So many unanswered questions. I felt a haiku coming on (it’s the only kind of poetry for which I have any zeal).

What once was inside
Delicate curved, bleached-white bone
Highway now for ants


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Batman, now with OCD

It is so bizarre to see my personality replicated and squashed into a three-foot-high boy body. Dominic is so much like me. When I decide I want something or want to do something, there is no stopping me. Fine when we are talking life goals. Not so fine when we are talking projects around the house. I know I drive Eddie crazy. And now he has two focused folks on his back.

The Batmobile is not quite done, and Dominic is obsessed with badgering us about finishing it. It needs a little paint touch-up, the cupholders (seriously, but they were Eddie’s idea), and a bat icon on the front. I think I’m supposed to create that out of wood, but I’m not sure. I promised we would finish it today. I know he’ll hold me to it.

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Another KISS post

This is my last one for a while, I promise.

I think I like KISS because I was at an impressionable age when “Destroyer” came out. And they wrote a song titled “Beth.” Sure, Beth is a nag, but it is still cool to hear your name in a song.

So that reminded me of one of those Facebook quizzes. When I did it the first time, I used the B-52s.

Using only song titles from one artist, answer these questions.

1. Are you male or female: She

2. Describe yourself: Beth; Wouldn’t You Like To Know Me

3. How do you feel about yourself: Never Enough

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Hot And Cold

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: Baby Driver (ha!) or I Was Made For Loving You

6. Describe your current location: Rock Bottom (no, just kidding). I Finally Found My Way (better)

7. Describe where you want to be: New York Groove

8. Your best friend is: King Of The Night Time World and Strange Ways

9. Your favorite color is: Black Diamond

10. You know that: I Love It Loud and I Can’t Stop The Rain

11. What’s the weather like: Hotter Than Hell

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called?: Talk To Me

13. What is life to you: Any Way You Want It

14. What is the best advice you have to give: Don’t You Let Me Down

15. If you could change your name, what would you change it to: Strutter Deuce (that sounds like a poker champ’s name)


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Sweet Fancy Simmons

I don’t like unexpected things unless I can quickly rearrange my schedule. Call it planned spontaneity. But when Ed said his brother could get tickets to KISS at the Philips Arena in Atlanta and asked me if I wanted to go, well, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. Say Yeah!

Danny is the manager for many bands including Buckcherry, the opening act for KISS. He could only get two tickets. Trish had seen KISS before, and Eddie didn’t really have an interest. And I am a proud member of the KISS Army, yet had never seen them in concert.

Ed was already in Atlanta and I didn’t want to cancel class, so I cashed in a Delta voucher for a one-way ticket for yesterday afternoon.

I’ll spare you the play-by-play, but we met many people just as excited as we were to see KISS.

Beth and friend

Ed and friendsOur seats were fantastic. Thanks, Danny! First elevated section, house left, Row F. No backstage passes, but last-minute beggars can’t be choosers.

Buckcherry was surprisingly excellent, like a Faith No More/Black Crowes blend. Guitarist=très hot.(Not so hot in the following photo, so you’ll have to trust me.) Singer=too methalicious for my taste.

Buckcherry hottie

I had heard of them, but hadn’t heard them, so I was pleasantly surprised. I even bought four of their songs on the way home.

At halftime, I surveyed the clientele. Ed was disappointed in the lack of slutty women. I was amazed that the plastic surgeon who fixed Eddie’s nose made the trip. (Not really, but he looked like him.) Check out the suede jacket and dad jeans. He was also rocking some ear plugs.

The doctor goes out

The dentist-looking fellow in front of us had us take his picture with his disposable (!) camera, and another guy tried to interlope* into our section without a ticket. And there was this guy. Someone should have told him that eyeglasses ruin the effect.

Glasses? Really?

And then it was that magical moment. We tried to pay no attention to the men behind the newly draped KISS curtain, but the anticipation was killing us. “Deuce” kicked off the extravaganza and it was on. Photos fail to capture the majesty that is Gene Simmons and KISS.

How great is this?Rock and Roll All NitePaul and Gene work itAnother old foolFor those playing at home, here are some videos to help you feel you were with us.

We left the Phillips Arena around midnight and I rolled up into bed around four. Not my usual Monday night, but totally worth the change of plans. Platforms and pyrotechnics. Who could ask for anything more?

* made-up word alert

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In a word: Awesome

So much to say, so little ability to concentrate. I want to provide details of the past six hours, but I just can’t process everything right now. The blood! The fire! The explosions! The heels! I’ll give a preview:


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Last year was my year to channel Martha Stewart and create costumes for the kids. Behold Lightning McQueen and Mater:
Lightning McQueen and Mater

Lightning McQueen (Gideon) and Mater (Dominic)

This year it is Eddie’s turn. He’s been outside making the Batmobile all day. While the boys were testing it out, Trish got in on the act. Behold the Bat-hen:

Quick, Trish! To the Batmobile!

Quick, Trish! To the Batmobile!

Dominic must have thought all the Bat-tivity made her tired. He tried to rock her to sleep.

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The apostrophe’s lament

I see signs like this and I fear for my children’s future. It’s “Idiocracy” in action. Why can’t people grasp the concept of apostrophes and stop overworking them? Really, it isn’t hard. You have many Nike golf balls on sale; the Nikes aren’t possessing anything. And don’t get me started on the ampersand.

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As you know, the wing-clipping didn’t work; Trish leaves her yard every day and roams the neighborhood. We’ve become “those people.” But I wonder which is worse: a huge, burning pile of refuse (thanks, Wayne) or a chicken with a sense of adventure.

Dominic is as interested in her poop as I am, it appears. He informed me this morning that he noticed some on the driveway where she has been moseying around. He asked me when I was going to clean it up.

Here is an image of Trish roosting in the crape myrtle at sunset. I’d like to see Thomas Kinkade tackle this.

Trish in her tree

Trish in her tree

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For rent

When I first drove by this sign, I thought it said, “Blog for Rent.” But that didn’t make sense. In addition to the obvious question of why someone would want to rent a blog, and also why someone would print a sign to advertise such a transaction, it is Pooler. I doubt most people have considered the Internet as a marketplace. Strong words, I know, but I don’t see much evidence of advanced business acumen in this stretch of road. Look at this:

Inviting, no? I think the flags really draw people in, don’t you? (more…)

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Seen in South Carolina

Just outside St. George, I spotted this bit of vehicular carnage:

Que carajo es eso?

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